shiny things aren't shiny

At the top of the building

Bright lights gleaming at me

People with lost arrows, like a maniac

Listening to our playlist

Waiting for your call

I am not your lover,

Cause you feel pity right?

I don't want to be a chapter in your past

People with shield

No bloodshed 

Yet afraid to step out

Today I found a book by someone

Who I thought was transparent

But then it made me think

It's not what you look from outside

Pretty shiny things on the dance floor

You and me

Looking from the top of the building

Wondering what's wrong

Holding your hands

Looking into your eye

To find the 18-year-old I fell in love with.